DAY THIRTEEN ★ we can be your hero
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Prompt #: T-19 [prompt details][MPREG] a/b/o or hybrid au: yifan has three lovers (exo members [ot12] of your choice), all of whom he has sex with when he's in heat. when the doctor tells him he's pregnant, he also tells him that his baby will share traits from all three men. essentially, the baby will have four fathers.
Title: we can be your hero
Ship: Chanyeol/Suho/Xiumin/Yifan
Side ship: Baekhyun/D.O.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2,433 words
Warnings: mpreg, abo
Summary: Yifan is pregnant. The baby has four dads.
Notes: Title is from Monsta X's song bc I suck at titles and also what. a. good. song.
“You have to tell them.”
Yifan, slumped in his seat, gurgles incomprehensibly. “Yeah,” he mutters after a moment, “I know.”
Baekhyun's fingers tighten on the steering wheel and Yifan braces himself. “All of them. All three of-”
“I know, Baek,” he snaps. “Leave it.”
And, surprisingly, he does. Baekhyun’s silent as they park in the complex garage and make for the stairs-Baekhyun eyes the ancient elevator meaningfully but Yifan ignores him-and merely says he'll be watching a new episode of whatever his latest drama is while Yifan stalks into his room, shuts the door, and falls face first onto his bed.
The first thing he does when he resurfaced from his one-person pity party is to rifle through his drawers, taking out a harmless-looking orange bottle and reading the ingredients before clenching his teeth and launching the bottle across the room. Head cradled in his palms, he fights the stinging behind his eyes. “Well, fuck,” he hisses, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” He can't fix this.
When he finally leaves his room around dinner time Baekhyun looks up, gauging him, before standing and padding over, wrapping his little arms around Yifan’s waist. “I can do it for you, if you want,” he says, voice uncharacteristically quiet, “or we can not tell them, just turn the storage room into-”
“It's fine,” Yifan interrupts, then takes a deep breath. “So. I'm having a kid.”
And, despite the atmosphere, Baekhyun steps up to the plate, letting out an impressive snort. “Yeah, you are.” And then, before he can stop himself, “because you're an idiot.”
Yifan raises an eyebrow, and tries to step back but Baekhyun keeps himself strategically glued to his front. “Yeah,” he sighs, “because I'm an idiot.” Didn't anyone ever tell you not to mix drugs? His doctor had joked, trying to make light of the situation. When it hadn't worked, the man had cleared his throat and typed something onto his computer. Two months along, he'd said, and then gave Yifan the all-clear after scheduling a follow-up.
“I'll get a meatlover’s,” Baekhyun says with conviction, heading over to their piggy bank of pizza money. “And I'll make it a large, since you're eating for two.”
Yifan snarls but Baekhyun’s already out of sight, though his muffled giggles give his position away. Yifan gives up the fight though, and drags himself over to the couch. He takes a deep breath, pulls out his phone, and cradles it between his palms.
This is the hard part.
*
Heated was a revolutionary dating app designed for omegas to find alphas during their heats. All alphas would have to go through extensive and regular background checks before they could join, so it was very safe. Yifan got it in the opening week, had his doctor send the company his papers, and waited eagerly for his confirmation message.
Joonmyun was the first alpha he'd met. At first, the man had been very private, hesitating to give Yifan even his first name. But, after about a year of seeing each other, the man had opened up drastically. He worked as the superintendent of the school system a city over, had one older brother, and had only dated a beta before-while in college. He was gentle with Yifan and very good with his hands, eager to please. But, he was also very busy. One of his business meetings had coincided with Yifan's heat, so he'd had to find another alpha.
Chanyeol was younger than him but was the first alpha Yifan had ever been with who'd nearly matched him in height. Surprisingly, Chanyeol hadn't taken it as something he could use to overpower Yifan; he'd merely laughed, said Wow, you're tall, then tackled him to the bed and kissed him senseless. Chanyeol was an extremely open man, and Yifan had very nearly learned his entire life story that first heat. Chanyeol was still in college, worked part-time in a McDonald’s drive-thru (it wasn't easy, Chanyeol had claimed, you need to have the voice for it) and was part of a band with three other guys called Knot Hard. They were all alphas. Chanyeol had come up with the name. But, between gigs, shifts, and classes, Chanyeol couldn't always be there.
Minseok was the third and final alpha Yifan had found through the app. Quiet and always wearing the same pinstriped suit, Yifan was worried it might not work out between them at first. But Minseok, despite his appearance, was quite attentive and dependable during his heats. And Yifan, like the selfish man he was, kept all three of them.
His last heat had been the worst. It had hit harder, earlier, and he’d had Joonmyun lined up to help him, but the man was away on business. So, he’d had to call Chanyeol who stayed for the first two rounds, then had to go for an important gig. Yifan had been prepared to wait it out until Joonmyun came back the next day, but caved and called Minseok, who stayed the night. The next day he’d showered briefly before Joonmyun showed up and kept him company for the rest of his heat.
That had been two months ago.
Chanyeol was the most easygoing out of the three, so Yifan started with him. It was almost agonizingly easy.
To: Chanyeol
Hey, I need to tell you something.
From: Chanyeol
haha sure man, whats up :p
To: Chanyeol
I am pregnant.
From: Chanyeol
oh hey man thats awesome!!
From: Chanyeol
oh wait…… is it mine????????
To: Chanyeol
Yours. And mine. And two other alphas’.
From: Chanyeol
holy shit
From: Chanyeol
thats so rad. three dads, one kid haha. or four? four dads?
From: Chanyeol
oh hey so im playing at a club on friday, wanna come?
Infuriatingly easy.
Minseok hadn’t answered any of his phone calls or emails, so there was nothing on that front. But Yifan had scheduled a dinner with Joonmyun so he tried to focus on that instead. The man was extremely formal about every little thing, and even had his secretary call Yifan earlier in the day to confirm the time and place.
Yifan arrives five minutes early to beat Joonmyun, always punctual. He pockets his phone as Joonmyun takes out the seat across from him.
“Yifan,” the man greets cheerfully, laying his napkin in his lap with a flourish. “I must admit, I was a little worried when I didn’t hear from you last month, but I figured that you had one of the others help you. How’s that going, by the way?”
“Well, actually-” A waiter appears, cutting Yifan off. Joonmyun orders some expensive wine, quirking a brow when Yifan refuses a glass. He murmurs, as Joonmyun takes a sip, “I’m pregnant.”
Joonmyun violently spits out the wine, looking equal parts surprised and terrified. He instantly begins scrubbing at his shirt, not looking at Yifan. “Do you mind if I ask how? I thought that…”
“My birth control was affected by the antibiotics I was taking for a sinus infection.” He sighed. “I was as surprised as you are.”
Joonmyun blinks, sets his soiled napkin down, and folds his hands in his lap. “Well, I can’t say I was displeased. I mean, we’ve been doing this for three years, so I was hoping one day…” he trails off, laughing quietly, “I didn’t think we’d be doing it this way. But Yifan, if we’re going to start a family I’d rather we do it the right way and-”
“It’s not just you,” Yifan interrupts.
“I’m sorry?”
“There’s two others. The other two alphas I’ve been seeing.” At Joonmyun’s dumbfounded stare, Yifan continues, looking away and blushing furiously, “During my heats, my body keeps certain things in so that the effects of the heat won’t last as long.”
Joonmyun still doesn’t look like he gets it.
“I slept with all three of you my last heat. The baby has four biological fathers.”
He looks up when Joonmyun reaches across the table and grabs his hand. The alpha’s staring at him with a fiery intensity and suddenly Yifan feels very, very small. Joonmyun opens his mouth.
“I want to meet them.”
*
He takes four weeks tracking down Minseok, eventually ending up at the man’s apartment. To his embarrassment, Luhan answers the door. Luhan. The alpha Minseok has lived with for years, who Minseok never stops talking about when they’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling after a round of sex-the man who Minseok might have married had their families not been so conservative. Nonetheless, Luhan invites him in and talks with him until Minseok comes home, and Yifan breaks the news.
Minseok immediately heads to his room, and doesn’t come out until Luhan coaxes him out. Yifan stays on the couch the entire time, nervous fingers twisting the napkin Luhan had given him earlier to hold a handful of cookies, and eventually ripping it to shreds.
Minseok stands at the far side of the room, staring at his feet as Yifan tells him about Chanyeol, Joonmyun, and his hope to get them all together. Minseok nods, and heads back into what is presumably his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Luhan quickly writes down a number and hands it to Yifan. Minseok’s private line, he explains. Ushering the omega out, he tells him not to worry, that Minseok’s just a little stunned, is all. He’ll come around.
It doesn’t stop Yifan from sitting in his car, head down on his steering wheel for a full twenty minutes, wondering what the fuck he’s doing.
*
It takes him six weeks to find a time everyone can meet. He picks a local burger place, somewhere he stops at least once a week where he hopefully won’t feel as small and threatened as he would otherwise.
Their meeting happens on the same day as his first ultrasound.
He’s just finished throwing up his entire breakfast-just a bowl of cereal, so nothing he should be worrying about-when the doorbell rings. Lethargically, he makes his way over, preparing himself for a simpering Baekhyun who’s forgotten his key. Again.
Instead, he gets a faceful of Baekhyun’s boyfriend, Kyungsoo, who brushes past Yifan and makes his way into the kitchen. Yifan slowly closes the front door as the man pours a bowl of cereal and sets it on the counter, digging around for a clean spoon.
“Um, Baekhyun’s not here.”
“I know he’s not,” Kyungsoo says simply, making a small a-ha sound when he resurfaces with a spoon. “I am here to take you to your doctor’s appointment. Now eat up.”
Yifan very nearly cries. He ends up actually crying when he’s lying on a firm sterile bed, staring at a static image with Kyungsoo holding his hand and comforting him in a way that only a beta can. Kyungsoo takes him out for ice cream after, his treat.
The burger joint is deserted when Yifan gets there, to his relief. He picks a large table where he can have his own space and silently peeks at the sleek photo he has hidden in his jacket pocket. He hides it immediately when the doors open and Joonmyun steps in, painfully prompt, and takes a seat across from him, chattering excitedly.
Minseok comes in two minutes later, gives an awkward introduction to Joonmyun, and then the three of them sit in near-silence until Chanyeol comes in, thirty minutes late, and parks himself on a chair, long legs splayed and grin infectious.
“Sorry, guys. Jongin and Sehun thought that they could beat me in Rock Band, so I had to show them what was up.”
Yifan, forgetting the previous tension, grins. Chanyeol always sets him at ease. “That can’t have taken you thirty minutes.”
Chanyeol visibly bristles. “Tao beat me at Jukebox Hero so we had to make it best two out of three.”
And after that, conversation flows easy. Joonmyun and Minseok appear to be watching the same show, and Chanyeol is going to the same college Joonmyun attended for undergrad. Minseok sneaks an apology to Yifan as he gets up to use the bathroom. Yifan stays quiet, enjoying the comfortable atmosphere, and only speaks if one of his alphas ask him a direct question.
“Man, this rocks,” Chanyeol says, digging into his third burger. “Our little dude is going to be so cool.”
Joonmyun huffs. “Well, we don’t know the gender of the child. Or even if they would like to be referred to as “dude.” So, Chanyeol, I think it’s best if we hold off on gender-specific pronouns for the time being.”
As Chanyeol nods seriously, Yifan smiles and takes the photo out of his pocket.
Minseok crosses his arms. “It’s probably not anymore than a bean at the moment, anyway.”
“Actually, the baby’s arms and legs are already visible.” At the shocked glances, Yifan places the picture on the table. “I got an ultrasound today. It’s typical for someone five months along-or, that’s what I’ve heard.”
Minseok snatches the picture off the table and studies it with surprising intensity. Chanyeol and Joonmyun merely stare at him.
“Yifan, you’re always wearing such baggy shirts,” Chanyeol complains, “If you wore something a little bit tighter, I could’ve been loving on your baby bump for weeks now!”
Joonmyun nods morosely, and Yifan finds himself laughing. Minseok hasn’t looked up from the picture yet. Yifan’s laughs quieten when he feels pressure on his left hand. He looks up, surprised to find Joonmyun’s serious gaze on him.
“You don’t have to keep doing this alone, you know? We’re here. We all want to help.”
Chanyeol scoots closer, moving a hand up and down Yifan’s back. “What he said. You’re our baby daddy. It’s instinct to take care of you. We’re the three musketeers-all for one and all that. Plus, I give a mean back massage. Something you already know.” He throws in a saucy wink and gets a wide grin in response.
Minseok reaches across the table, capturing his hand in a tight grip. “My sister’s an omega,” he says, voice suddenly thick. “She went through this without her alpha. I don’t want that.” If possible, he holds Yifan’s hand even tighter. “I’m here for you.”
Yifan, throat suddenly tight, just nods.
He goes home feeling warmer, calmer than before, with three new numbers in his speed-dial. And that night, when Baekhyun’s fingers wander to his abdomen, he grabs his friend’s hand, holds it over the small bump, and laughs when Baekhyun blows a loud raspberry into his skin.
Prompt #: T-19 [prompt details][MPREG] a/b/o or hybrid au: yifan has three lovers (exo members [ot12] of your choice), all of whom he has sex with when he's in heat. when the doctor tells him he's pregnant, he also tells him that his baby will share traits from all three men. essentially, the baby will have four fathers.
Title: we can be your hero
Ship: Chanyeol/Suho/Xiumin/Yifan
Side ship: Baekhyun/D.O.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2,433 words
Warnings: mpreg, abo
Summary: Yifan is pregnant. The baby has four dads.
Notes: Title is from Monsta X's song bc I suck at titles and also what. a. good. song.
“You have to tell them.”
Yifan, slumped in his seat, gurgles incomprehensibly. “Yeah,” he mutters after a moment, “I know.”
Baekhyun's fingers tighten on the steering wheel and Yifan braces himself. “All of them. All three of-”
“I know, Baek,” he snaps. “Leave it.”
And, surprisingly, he does. Baekhyun’s silent as they park in the complex garage and make for the stairs-Baekhyun eyes the ancient elevator meaningfully but Yifan ignores him-and merely says he'll be watching a new episode of whatever his latest drama is while Yifan stalks into his room, shuts the door, and falls face first onto his bed.
The first thing he does when he resurfaced from his one-person pity party is to rifle through his drawers, taking out a harmless-looking orange bottle and reading the ingredients before clenching his teeth and launching the bottle across the room. Head cradled in his palms, he fights the stinging behind his eyes. “Well, fuck,” he hisses, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” He can't fix this.
When he finally leaves his room around dinner time Baekhyun looks up, gauging him, before standing and padding over, wrapping his little arms around Yifan’s waist. “I can do it for you, if you want,” he says, voice uncharacteristically quiet, “or we can not tell them, just turn the storage room into-”
“It's fine,” Yifan interrupts, then takes a deep breath. “So. I'm having a kid.”
And, despite the atmosphere, Baekhyun steps up to the plate, letting out an impressive snort. “Yeah, you are.” And then, before he can stop himself, “because you're an idiot.”
Yifan raises an eyebrow, and tries to step back but Baekhyun keeps himself strategically glued to his front. “Yeah,” he sighs, “because I'm an idiot.” Didn't anyone ever tell you not to mix drugs? His doctor had joked, trying to make light of the situation. When it hadn't worked, the man had cleared his throat and typed something onto his computer. Two months along, he'd said, and then gave Yifan the all-clear after scheduling a follow-up.
“I'll get a meatlover’s,” Baekhyun says with conviction, heading over to their piggy bank of pizza money. “And I'll make it a large, since you're eating for two.”
Yifan snarls but Baekhyun’s already out of sight, though his muffled giggles give his position away. Yifan gives up the fight though, and drags himself over to the couch. He takes a deep breath, pulls out his phone, and cradles it between his palms.
This is the hard part.
*
Heated was a revolutionary dating app designed for omegas to find alphas during their heats. All alphas would have to go through extensive and regular background checks before they could join, so it was very safe. Yifan got it in the opening week, had his doctor send the company his papers, and waited eagerly for his confirmation message.
Joonmyun was the first alpha he'd met. At first, the man had been very private, hesitating to give Yifan even his first name. But, after about a year of seeing each other, the man had opened up drastically. He worked as the superintendent of the school system a city over, had one older brother, and had only dated a beta before-while in college. He was gentle with Yifan and very good with his hands, eager to please. But, he was also very busy. One of his business meetings had coincided with Yifan's heat, so he'd had to find another alpha.
Chanyeol was younger than him but was the first alpha Yifan had ever been with who'd nearly matched him in height. Surprisingly, Chanyeol hadn't taken it as something he could use to overpower Yifan; he'd merely laughed, said Wow, you're tall, then tackled him to the bed and kissed him senseless. Chanyeol was an extremely open man, and Yifan had very nearly learned his entire life story that first heat. Chanyeol was still in college, worked part-time in a McDonald’s drive-thru (it wasn't easy, Chanyeol had claimed, you need to have the voice for it) and was part of a band with three other guys called Knot Hard. They were all alphas. Chanyeol had come up with the name. But, between gigs, shifts, and classes, Chanyeol couldn't always be there.
Minseok was the third and final alpha Yifan had found through the app. Quiet and always wearing the same pinstriped suit, Yifan was worried it might not work out between them at first. But Minseok, despite his appearance, was quite attentive and dependable during his heats. And Yifan, like the selfish man he was, kept all three of them.
His last heat had been the worst. It had hit harder, earlier, and he’d had Joonmyun lined up to help him, but the man was away on business. So, he’d had to call Chanyeol who stayed for the first two rounds, then had to go for an important gig. Yifan had been prepared to wait it out until Joonmyun came back the next day, but caved and called Minseok, who stayed the night. The next day he’d showered briefly before Joonmyun showed up and kept him company for the rest of his heat.
That had been two months ago.
Chanyeol was the most easygoing out of the three, so Yifan started with him. It was almost agonizingly easy.
To: Chanyeol
Hey, I need to tell you something.
From: Chanyeol
haha sure man, whats up :p
To: Chanyeol
I am pregnant.
From: Chanyeol
oh hey man thats awesome!!
From: Chanyeol
oh wait…… is it mine????????
To: Chanyeol
Yours. And mine. And two other alphas’.
From: Chanyeol
holy shit
From: Chanyeol
thats so rad. three dads, one kid haha. or four? four dads?
From: Chanyeol
oh hey so im playing at a club on friday, wanna come?
Infuriatingly easy.
Minseok hadn’t answered any of his phone calls or emails, so there was nothing on that front. But Yifan had scheduled a dinner with Joonmyun so he tried to focus on that instead. The man was extremely formal about every little thing, and even had his secretary call Yifan earlier in the day to confirm the time and place.
Yifan arrives five minutes early to beat Joonmyun, always punctual. He pockets his phone as Joonmyun takes out the seat across from him.
“Yifan,” the man greets cheerfully, laying his napkin in his lap with a flourish. “I must admit, I was a little worried when I didn’t hear from you last month, but I figured that you had one of the others help you. How’s that going, by the way?”
“Well, actually-” A waiter appears, cutting Yifan off. Joonmyun orders some expensive wine, quirking a brow when Yifan refuses a glass. He murmurs, as Joonmyun takes a sip, “I’m pregnant.”
Joonmyun violently spits out the wine, looking equal parts surprised and terrified. He instantly begins scrubbing at his shirt, not looking at Yifan. “Do you mind if I ask how? I thought that…”
“My birth control was affected by the antibiotics I was taking for a sinus infection.” He sighed. “I was as surprised as you are.”
Joonmyun blinks, sets his soiled napkin down, and folds his hands in his lap. “Well, I can’t say I was displeased. I mean, we’ve been doing this for three years, so I was hoping one day…” he trails off, laughing quietly, “I didn’t think we’d be doing it this way. But Yifan, if we’re going to start a family I’d rather we do it the right way and-”
“It’s not just you,” Yifan interrupts.
“I’m sorry?”
“There’s two others. The other two alphas I’ve been seeing.” At Joonmyun’s dumbfounded stare, Yifan continues, looking away and blushing furiously, “During my heats, my body keeps certain things in so that the effects of the heat won’t last as long.”
Joonmyun still doesn’t look like he gets it.
“I slept with all three of you my last heat. The baby has four biological fathers.”
He looks up when Joonmyun reaches across the table and grabs his hand. The alpha’s staring at him with a fiery intensity and suddenly Yifan feels very, very small. Joonmyun opens his mouth.
“I want to meet them.”
*
He takes four weeks tracking down Minseok, eventually ending up at the man’s apartment. To his embarrassment, Luhan answers the door. Luhan. The alpha Minseok has lived with for years, who Minseok never stops talking about when they’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling after a round of sex-the man who Minseok might have married had their families not been so conservative. Nonetheless, Luhan invites him in and talks with him until Minseok comes home, and Yifan breaks the news.
Minseok immediately heads to his room, and doesn’t come out until Luhan coaxes him out. Yifan stays on the couch the entire time, nervous fingers twisting the napkin Luhan had given him earlier to hold a handful of cookies, and eventually ripping it to shreds.
Minseok stands at the far side of the room, staring at his feet as Yifan tells him about Chanyeol, Joonmyun, and his hope to get them all together. Minseok nods, and heads back into what is presumably his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Luhan quickly writes down a number and hands it to Yifan. Minseok’s private line, he explains. Ushering the omega out, he tells him not to worry, that Minseok’s just a little stunned, is all. He’ll come around.
It doesn’t stop Yifan from sitting in his car, head down on his steering wheel for a full twenty minutes, wondering what the fuck he’s doing.
*
It takes him six weeks to find a time everyone can meet. He picks a local burger place, somewhere he stops at least once a week where he hopefully won’t feel as small and threatened as he would otherwise.
Their meeting happens on the same day as his first ultrasound.
He’s just finished throwing up his entire breakfast-just a bowl of cereal, so nothing he should be worrying about-when the doorbell rings. Lethargically, he makes his way over, preparing himself for a simpering Baekhyun who’s forgotten his key. Again.
Instead, he gets a faceful of Baekhyun’s boyfriend, Kyungsoo, who brushes past Yifan and makes his way into the kitchen. Yifan slowly closes the front door as the man pours a bowl of cereal and sets it on the counter, digging around for a clean spoon.
“Um, Baekhyun’s not here.”
“I know he’s not,” Kyungsoo says simply, making a small a-ha sound when he resurfaces with a spoon. “I am here to take you to your doctor’s appointment. Now eat up.”
Yifan very nearly cries. He ends up actually crying when he’s lying on a firm sterile bed, staring at a static image with Kyungsoo holding his hand and comforting him in a way that only a beta can. Kyungsoo takes him out for ice cream after, his treat.
The burger joint is deserted when Yifan gets there, to his relief. He picks a large table where he can have his own space and silently peeks at the sleek photo he has hidden in his jacket pocket. He hides it immediately when the doors open and Joonmyun steps in, painfully prompt, and takes a seat across from him, chattering excitedly.
Minseok comes in two minutes later, gives an awkward introduction to Joonmyun, and then the three of them sit in near-silence until Chanyeol comes in, thirty minutes late, and parks himself on a chair, long legs splayed and grin infectious.
“Sorry, guys. Jongin and Sehun thought that they could beat me in Rock Band, so I had to show them what was up.”
Yifan, forgetting the previous tension, grins. Chanyeol always sets him at ease. “That can’t have taken you thirty minutes.”
Chanyeol visibly bristles. “Tao beat me at Jukebox Hero so we had to make it best two out of three.”
And after that, conversation flows easy. Joonmyun and Minseok appear to be watching the same show, and Chanyeol is going to the same college Joonmyun attended for undergrad. Minseok sneaks an apology to Yifan as he gets up to use the bathroom. Yifan stays quiet, enjoying the comfortable atmosphere, and only speaks if one of his alphas ask him a direct question.
“Man, this rocks,” Chanyeol says, digging into his third burger. “Our little dude is going to be so cool.”
Joonmyun huffs. “Well, we don’t know the gender of the child. Or even if they would like to be referred to as “dude.” So, Chanyeol, I think it’s best if we hold off on gender-specific pronouns for the time being.”
As Chanyeol nods seriously, Yifan smiles and takes the photo out of his pocket.
Minseok crosses his arms. “It’s probably not anymore than a bean at the moment, anyway.”
“Actually, the baby’s arms and legs are already visible.” At the shocked glances, Yifan places the picture on the table. “I got an ultrasound today. It’s typical for someone five months along-or, that’s what I’ve heard.”
Minseok snatches the picture off the table and studies it with surprising intensity. Chanyeol and Joonmyun merely stare at him.
“Yifan, you’re always wearing such baggy shirts,” Chanyeol complains, “If you wore something a little bit tighter, I could’ve been loving on your baby bump for weeks now!”
Joonmyun nods morosely, and Yifan finds himself laughing. Minseok hasn’t looked up from the picture yet. Yifan’s laughs quieten when he feels pressure on his left hand. He looks up, surprised to find Joonmyun’s serious gaze on him.
“You don’t have to keep doing this alone, you know? We’re here. We all want to help.”
Chanyeol scoots closer, moving a hand up and down Yifan’s back. “What he said. You’re our baby daddy. It’s instinct to take care of you. We’re the three musketeers-all for one and all that. Plus, I give a mean back massage. Something you already know.” He throws in a saucy wink and gets a wide grin in response.
Minseok reaches across the table, capturing his hand in a tight grip. “My sister’s an omega,” he says, voice suddenly thick. “She went through this without her alpha. I don’t want that.” If possible, he holds Yifan’s hand even tighter. “I’m here for you.”
Yifan, throat suddenly tight, just nods.
He goes home feeling warmer, calmer than before, with three new numbers in his speed-dial. And that night, when Baekhyun’s fingers wander to his abdomen, he grabs his friend’s hand, holds it over the small bump, and laughs when Baekhyun blows a loud raspberry into his skin.